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'Light years away'

Chapter 1

He wanted to say a thousand things, ask a billion questions, but as he opened his mouth to voice his thoughts, he found no sound came out of him. On the other side, he heard her panting intensify. As he searched for the instructions of his vocal chords, she was proper hyperventilating.

"I... I have no idea… what to… do now…"

"Are you at home?" Finally, some sound.

"Y-yes."

"Stay there. I'm on my way." He could hear her hyperventilating, and all he wanted to do was wrap her up in his arms and make her feel safe, let her know that he was there and that he would take care of her. But he couldn't, since there was not only a physical but also an emotional distance between them. He couldn't let her know that it would be okay, even though he had no idea what had happened and what had made her do what she apparently just had.

"Okay."

He rushed to his car, not bothering with explaining anything to the team. He felt their gaze on his back but didn't let it deter him from his mission – going over to Lisbon as fast as possible and get her – them – out of his terrible mess.

~…~

She was sitting on her front porch, her arms wrapped around her bent knees and her frame shaking. He didn't park Cho's car, which he had 'borrowed' for the occasion, but merely jumped out of it and sprinted over to her.

"What happened?" He tried to get a good look behind her but he found the door was closed. She didn't meet his eyes as he lowered his to look at her.

"Lisbon? Talk to me."

She was going into shock now, or was maybe even already in one. He lowered to her eye level and made her look at him.

Just as he'd thought – she was in shock. A quick assessment moreover let him know she wasn't otherwise injured, though.

He shrugged off his jacket and put it around her shoulder, and that was when he spotted the blood on her clothes, on her face and even in her hair.

"Oh, Teresa…"

He made her stand up. He had to take her somewhere safe, somewhere warm. He debated taking her inside her house but then realized that would make her shock even worse, if what she'd told him of what she'd done was right. He didn't know what had happened, didn't know the circumstances, so he was afraid of calling for backup from Abbott or Cho. Although… Cho would possibly be willing to help Lisbon, even if it turned out she'd done something horribly, terribly wrong.

So he escorted her to the car, and made her sit down in the passenger seat. He made sure she was comfortable, before getting out his phone from his pocket and dialing Cho's number. Said man didn't state his name – he probably had the feeling something was wrong anyway.

"I don't know what happened, but Lisbon's in trouble. I'm gonna take her to a hospital just to let them check up on her… you need to go to her house and have a look. Let me know."

"What's wrong? What did she do?"

Jane looked over at Lisbon, who was simply staring ahead of her.

"I… just go to her house. Call me."

With that, he hung up. He hoped she wasn't in too big of a trouble. Otherwise, he knew, it would indirectly be his fault, seeing as he had pushed her into Marcus Pike's arms.

He started the car and drove away, leaving her house unguarded, with all the lights on and the front door unlocked. He prayed to God Cho would be there before the neighbors started to think something was suspicious.

The drive to the hospital was long and silent. He couldn't stop thinking about what she'd told him on the phone.

"I killed Marcus Pike."

She wasn't a killer. Sure, she could kill, but that was only when it was absolutely necessary. He couldn't think of a possible scenario in which it was needed for her to shoot to kill when it came to Pike, unless…

He looked over at her. The shaking had subsided, but she was staring at the same dead spot as she had minutes before. Her hands were clasped together on her lap.

He would have seen if… that had happened, right? He would have noticed that she wasn't happy. Wouldn't he?

Right before turning onto the parking lot of the hospital, he made an unexpected left turn and drove away.

She was in trouble. It didn't matter what had happened, she had killed someone. Taking her to the hospital was only going to make things worse, seeing as the authorities would then know where she was. They would pick her up and she would have to face the consequences he'd never had to. He couldn't put her through that, not his Lisbon.

So instead, he drove to God knows where, hoping that eventually, he would be able to help her. Because right now, he wasn't sure he could.

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